[Bridge] - [Spock, TOS!Kirk, TOS!Spock, &c]

[cso_spock]

Spock hated being captain.

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[vulcans_purr]

{familiar?}

{looklook}

{!!!!!!!!!!!!!}

Meow!

{dark-sweet! dark-sweet!}

{miissssed you!}

Meow!

{ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuub against legs}

{mineminemineOWNTHIS!}

{my big-person!}

{look up, look pretty, look innocent}

{pet me now}

{have explored so much!}

{let me tell you all about it!}

[cso_spock]

Spock arched an eyebrow at the appearance of Yontaya, suddenly returned to him from when she had mysteriously left from his quarters. He knew enough about feline habits to know she would wander, and that she would return when she liked. If this entire incident had not occurred, he would have gone looking.

"Yontaya," He greeted her, uncaring of the various glances he was getting from the people around the bridge. Spock leaned down to pick her up and lift her into his lap with the padd tucked off, momentarily forgotten, to the side of the chair. "Yana ra yako eshi ta?" As he questioned her, he petted her gently from head to tail, and then scratched gently behind her ears.

[just_uhura]

There were times on the Enterprise when Nyota felt like an integral part of a large system; a cog in a machine that needed each and every one to function at optimum standards. It was a family, a unit that was incomplete without every member

[vulcans_purr]

{went all over!}

{met lots of big-people}

{see, these are their smells!}

{....remembering lots of smells for dark-sweet....}

{what's going on?}

{big-people have lots of worry-scent}

{! new big person!}

{sniffsniff}

{has worried scent too}

{female! not many big-people females...}

(smells like fierce fighter, but gentle mother. devoted. strong. very feline scent!}

{is very good smell, good mate}

{is fierce-devotion your mate?}

{leeeeaaaaaaan, cheek rub}

{mine now}

{so many big-people owned!}

[original_fine]

Jim emerged from the turbolift onto the bridge, his attitude that of a natural commander though he had no notion of wresting such from Commander Spock at this time. His own Spock walked at his accustomed place beside him, a place Jim had come to expect him to be without really thinking about it. One day, he would wonder how much Edith Keeler had really seen

[sehlatbear]

Spock's body feels pleasantly used and there is also something right about standing with his captain in this fashion. Their official relationship supplemented, strengthened by the personal

[cso_spock]

Spock looked over to his counterpart and the elder Jim--Kirk (he was mature enough to deign the use of the patronymic)--stepping onto his the bridge. He tensed slightly as he noticed the evidence that supported his first conclusion about the feelings he had received, but otherwise made no outward sign of his minor discomfort.

"Only that the possibilities are virtually infinite concerning the cause of their disappearance." He kept Yontaya carefully restrained to his lap, letting her nuzzle but not groom, for his own dignity while he was working. "Our shields were lowered and the transporter bay opened to the widest reception in order to accommodate the trans-dimensional contact. The condition was maintained until after they were discovered missing." Therefore, they could be anywhere, and transported out in any fashion conceivable.

[original_fine]

Jim spared only a glance for the cat. Spock's then. He nodded, suppressing the strange feeling that had flitted through him when Spock had not immediately vacated the command chair. This was not the time for that

[mr_chekov]

Pasha sat anxiously at her seat on the helm. It was impossible not to be tense in situations like this and the deathly silence on the bridge was choking. She felt useless, without knowing where the Keptin and his father where she had no course to set, no equations to check and no amendments to make.

Gnawing on her bottom lip she glared at the veiwscreen, the teenager’s mind not completely on the job. Her fingers itched for something to do so. In order to keep herself busy and her thoughts on her work she adjusted the sensitivity settings on her console, it made plotting a lot more difficult but it would be quicker for the Pilot to lay in once she had their destination.

[letspunchit]

Pike entered the bridge looking fairly haggard, looked around and nodded to the officers present, then moved to a spot by the guard rail and was quiet. He knew Spock and had the utmost confidence in his command abilities, but if he or anyone else needed Pike, he'd be here. At least it was doing something - might as well sit and fret in the command center of the ship instead of sitting and fretting in his quarters.

A strange sight distracted him from his worry for a moment - Lieutenant Uhura wandering over to Spock and reaching down to the vicinity of his lap. What the hell? Then, a tiny chirruping purr. Pike's brows flew up. A cat, apparently. There was a cat on the bridge in the acting captain's lap.

...Oh. Well, fine. There were missing people, four Spocks, enemies back from the dead, and a cat on the bridge. More power to it. Never a better time to figuratively throw up his hands in defeat.

[cso_spock]

He glanced over to Pike (Christopher, he had been in his mind, but he wasn't a child any longer and that had been years ago), silently acknowledging his entrance with a nod.

Then he nudged Yontaya from his lap with a request, a whispered thought that might have been tinged with a little youthful sheepishness that was entirely illogical. She was a cat--by what manner would she ever judge him, but by the quality of care he gave her?

[vulcans_purr]

{...?}

{oh!}

{can do that}

{better get good reward when come back}

{walkwalk}

{look up, old big-person}

{sniffsniff}

{!!!}

{tom! strong tom! very dominant tom!}

{smell much stronger then the other toms}

{must be the alpha tom}

{alpha-tom smells like others, very much worry}

{...endless-fire? smells like endless-fire. mates?}

{strange mates}

mrrrr?

{you will pick me up now}

{sitting here, looking pretty}

{pick me up?}

[letspunchit]

Pike watched the small black cat with surprised amusement as it came around the chair and made a beeline for him. Curious little thing. It sat, looking sweetly plaintive, and he leaned over as far as his body would allow and rubbed his fingers together to make a whispering sound that had always attracted the barn cats back home.

"Hello," he said, keeping his voice soft. "How'd you get here? You want up?"

[haroldlee]

Harold ducked onto the bridge feeling more than a little out of place. Scotty had given him a crash course in his job description and he was reasonbly confident he could manage, but--

This was the bridge.

He tried to stand back, so that he wouldn't be noticed. Then he realized it was kind of useless to be up there and hide. Stepping forward, he wondered just exactly how to - or if he should - announce himself.

Wait. Was that-- a cat?

[original_fine]

Jim, hyperaware of everything moving around him, turned and gave Harold a reassuring, if tight, smile. He didn't know what Lee could do right now, short of wait to be told what to do. But if he figured something out, he'd be sure to let him know.

[haroldlee]

Harold nodded back, a small smile playing on his own lips; the sight of Jim was comforting, though he still felt unsure. He hoped he communicated his thanks.

[allmhadadh]

After about fifteen minutes, a message comes up, quite obviously from Scotty's PADD. A picture of a blonde woman in a bikini, with fake 'cut out of a magazine' letters under it saying: Transfer ten million credits into an unmarked account, or the lass hot woman gets it.

A very silly little joke. Maybe even enough to take the edge off of Harold's position on the bridge.